Wednesday, July 12, 2006

the whiles have been

the whiles have been increasing
like a garden gone unchecked
the whiles have gone from little
to long without much text

i have been approaching
a destiny fullfilled
when the breath i take has vanished
like smoke over yonder hill

my children are now leaving
forever from their rooms
my life has gone from a dark old place
to a newborn land of moons


i look into that mirror
deep down in your eyes
i see myself reflected there
amidst the shouts and sighs

as the whiles turn into long time
as the future longs to hear
as my other sided footsteps
climb without much fear

i sing a song of gratitude
i sing a song my life
i send it there to littel while
i wait for the easy night

my greying beard my creaking back
that thing that won't go 'way
my weakneses still with me here
all seem to want to say

so here i am i've traveled
along my only path
i look into my mirrors back
i barely see the half

so what am i and who are you
i say this with a grin
seems to me the answers gone
with the whiles that just have been